Phewh so here is my entry. Title:Bright Lights. Word Count:250. She was in her natural habitat, the Palace was her stage, her every move a performance. THE Shimmering Showgirl: they fall at her feet as she beguiled the busy room. Though showered in glitter, accented with glimmers, not a wink of a diamond can compare to the glint ever-present in her eyes. The adoration intoxicates her. Their obvious admiration, the envy in their worship filled her with life. Another pair of eyes shared the same glint as the one commanding everyone's attention: the Amicable Mobster’s. He swigs a hooch in determination. "Yes, Her…" His thoughts lingered. She turns around and twirled, delighted at the cat-calls she was receiving before her eyes landed on his gaze. The glint disappeared from her eyes, replaced with a burning fire. Her smile was feral. "Yes, Him." Her hips swayed as she made her way to him. Every clack of her heels made everyone envious of him. Every step closer, the fire blazing brighter. He smirked his smirk, she smiled flirtingly. "Yes?" she queried. Her voice tinged with sweet malice, already knowing the answer. "Yes." He accepted. Calm as ever. Turning back around, she strikes a pose. The thunderous cheers was only for her: as it should be. The undertone of frustration and loss dampened by the praises to the star of the night. He relaxed, biding his time silently. Eyes never leaving her figure until she was out of sight. Soon, his seat would be empty...and so would the dressing room be.
"huft! Its done!" she looked herself in the mirror while thinking about her last show. "hanging there Airi, you're gonna be ok." Who would think that a studybug like her can be a popular shimering showgirl in casino? No one knows her job except her homeroom teacher, Mr. Braze. He is super kind and Airi depends on him so much. BANG BANG!! She startled as she heard gunshots. She hurried to the windows and saw a man with black suit and hat holding a gun in front of a helpless man. She hid herself as the man pointed his gun towards her. Without having second thought, airi hurried away to Mr. Braze's apartment and told him everything. "did u see his face?" airi shook her head, all she can remember is the piercing golden eyes staring at her intensely. "it was dark. Im not sure i remember his face at all." "so ...u didnt see him eh?" theres something odd with his question. Airi narrowed her eyebrows when she heard phone ringing. Mr. Braze picked his call and went to the kitchen. Feeling bored, airi looked around and found the sealed room being open. "oh my fu*king God!" she shouted as she saw the corpses inside the room. suddenly she felt a slight pain and her body went limping. As she collapsed into floor, she heard footsteps closer. "do u wanna see the murderer face, airi?" a piercing golden eyes stared at her. "mr. Braze...why...you" He smiled. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaa" ??tbc ??
HIS TARGET The PIMD underground gambling house was notorious for its gambling, alcohol and entertainment. Unbeknownst to many of its customers, it was highly known for its shady business. The Amiable Mobster walked to his usual roulette table, the croupier made eye contact for which he gave a simple nod and placed three chips in a black circle on the table. The roulette wheel had been spun, as the ball was battling with the wheel, she stood beside him in her blue flapper dress with a flirtatious look in her eyes. They exchanged silent words as if they were the only two people in the room. Before taking leave, she moves his chips onto the red, as if she knew. What felt like hours at the table, the Mobster suddenly felt parchment near his fingers. He knew what it meant. It was the name of his next victim. He opened the paper and went paled. He turned around and saw the back of her costume, shimmering under the light. At the distance, he could see her flirting as the showman flexed his arms. He could see why she wanted her out of the picture. "Must do as the Hustler says," He muttered. Days later, a beaded headpiece swept up on the nearby shores and the Amiable Mobster was never seen again. The Stunning Showman was no longer seen on stage but now at a certain roulette table, while the Showgirl was shimmering in the spotlight, like nothing had changed.
Life of the Showgirl --------------------- Go to any club in Vegas, and say the words "Shimmering Showgirl" and they'd take you right to me. And that is what you wouldn't want to happen. I was popular not just in my club, but at every single one of them. I was the American Dream. My name is Marceline and this is the Day. I had met many men in my life, but that one man struck me so hard that I felt like we were closer than we actually were. Bruce or aka The Amiable Mobster was the name. He was one of the kindest things I knew. But there's one thing that has been acting strange after my acquaintance with him, and that is meetings. I was met by people, many people as I was popular. He never liked any of this but never said anything about it to me. He was an ordinary man, to me. I was met by a guy named Grant and we talked alot. He said he'd come to see me the next day, told me his address and stuff. But he never showed up. That is when it all began. That happened again in the course of the week. Just the names changing. I waited for people who never showed up, twice or thrice each week. The names just kept on changing and nothing else changed. I thought that Bruce had something to do with this, I never see him in the mornings. I decided to visit his place, and right next day I headed to his home. Or, the place he told me he lived. The door wasn't locked and I realized he was home. I went in. It was dusty and old. The building looked as if it was abandoned for years. I saw light in the basement. I went down. And what I saw was heads. Of people from my past. Of people from my life. Of the men who said they'd see me. I turned back to get out, feeling desperate, sad and scared. I was struck with a hammer on my head. And I don't remember the rest. I am perhaps dead.
"Beautiful and Sexy Dancers, Shimmer found dead in Casino dressing room" it's the front page title of all newspapers in Las Vegaz these past few days. Mobster was looking at the newspaper with a sad face. "how long are you gonna be sad?" Flappy's voice surprised him."How couldnt i, Shimmer was a girl I love so much before I know she was my younger sister who im looking for. And she killed herself because we break up." Mobster said with tears in his eyes Flappy clenched her fist when she saw the mobster like that. "Why is he still thinking about that girl, even though I'm always with him," Flappy said to herself. Flash back: Shimmer returned to the dressing room after the show. As she opened the door somebody was already inside while drinking wine. "Oh, you're here. " said Shimmer while smiling sweetly. "hahaha I want to drink with you." said the girl, giving a glass of wine. "Thank you, how's mobster? He's fine, right? I missed him so much." Shimmer sip her wine. "He is fine. You better forget him. Because he'll be mine, and you'll leave this world" shimmer was surprised to hear that "what do you mean?" She felt hot and hurt on her chest. "What ... did you give me ...?" Shimmer began to lose consciousness. "Poison" said the girl casually. "It's your fault because of you mobster never see me." said the girl while leaving the room and laugh.
They were called Shimmering Showgirl and Flitartous Flapper and they were the hottest singing duo in 1920s Las Vagas. The Showgirl was named Velma and her sister was named Roxy. They were said to have the most beautiful voices in all of Vagas. Soon Roxy caught the eye if a mobster. He came to watch the show was taken aback by beauty. Velma on the other hand was involved with another preformer named Charlie. One day after a show Roxy went for a drink when she stopped. "You seemed so sad tonight." The monster handed her a drink."Why?" "My sister and I are a team but lately she only cares about her boyfriend." "Such a shame talent is wasted as backup." The mobster stroked Roxy's hair. "Maybe its time to go solo." Roxy was in awe for once a man was paying attention to her. He had a plan to make her a star. That night Velma and her love found a little something in their drinks. Leaving Rixy to perform solo.
Can you remember those nights in Vegas? This was certainly before that 1954 frontier show with Reagan A time of afflicted loves and transparent sorrows The men in their tuxedos reminiscing of the cold noxious night outside the flamboyant queen palace somehow juxtaposed with their fair, golden hair that if let free would fall to their face reminding of their joyful youth. I certainly remember one. It was a Ruby night at the club filled with the casual superstitious laughters that used to deafen me and strong smells of peppermint chairs and traced, sweet sugarcane He was sitting there, front seat, handsomely dangerous. I remember those cerulean azure eyes that stared right through my soul. It was my time to get on stage and so I did as I did every night. I danced, sang and stripped as every other show girl did. After my act had reached a small hiatus, I looked back at that seat and he was gone. I never saw him again from that night. In fact the girls told me afterwards how a mobster supposedly has reached our club. A blond socialist from Russia. I blocked that night out ever since. I guess you could say that’s the showgirl’s luck at love.
Always It was during my first visit in Vegas. I was just walking around when I saw a flier, "How to party? Dance till you want to and keep your glass always full. Come." It sounded like exactly what I wanted, so I hailed a cab and showed up at the address. The place was grand and abuzz with people, music and booze. All a girl needs. I drank and danced and drank some more. I don't remember much of what happened next. "You're on in ten" a voice behind me mumbles and brings me back to my reality. I fix my headdress, puff my breasts out, put on a smile and get out on the stage to perform for the ever so Amiable Mobster. He was the leader of a mafia group involved majorly in drugs and human trafficking and I was his toy or as he used to call me, his "Shimmering Showgirl". Dancing brings back old memories. How I was dancing that day, how I was drunk with no care. How I woke up in chains with three other girls in the back of a truck. How there was a quote on the container just beside me. I finish my performance with a bow and the mobster signals me to come over, as usual. If only I knew before what the container said. "I told you to keep your glass ALWAYS full."
THE AMIABLE MOBSTERS SEARCH The partys begun. The lights were strung. But The Amiable Mobsters search has Just begun. The music was thunderous and deafining. But the way one girl moved was splendidly. She was alluring and mysterious. Her eyes had a treacherous look. The Amiable Mobster Adverted his gaze. He lost the girl within the croud. The Shimmering show girl stole the stage as the stunning showman took her away. They danced and danced every night and everyday. Further in the back the mysterious Flirtatious Girl danced . She caught the Amiable Mobsters eyes again He walked. Loser as his search came to a end they danced and danced she stoles his wallet and she gambled his money away. He found her in anger and took her away. In a room for olny two. A bang from a shot gun blew. As a man no one ever knew walked out From this little room.
The contest was tonight. Performers waited restlessly in hopes of winning the $100,000 cash prize. After weeks of preparation and practice, the Shimmering Showgirl and the Stunning Showman finally felt that their win was almost guaranteed. With help and guidance from the Shimmering Showgirls fiancé, the Amiable Mobster, and the Stunning Showmans girlfriend, the Flirtatious Flapper, they felt confident in their routine and their chance of winning. They were on next. The Flirtatious Flapper and Amiable mobster sat in the audience for their partners to perform. The show was incredible, the crowed roared and it was clear to everyone that their routine was superior to the other competitors. The results were in. The Stunning Showman and Shimmering Showgirl hugged one another as they were announced the winners. They searched the crowed for their partners, only to realize they had disappeared. They stood in confusion as the competition director approached them with a worried look on his face. The cash prize had been stolen Does what happen in Vegas really stay in Vegas? Or does it leave Vegas with your girlfriend and money? Word count 163
She whispers gently in his ear. " Thanks for doing that, i owe ya". He swigs back his whiskey & signals the barman for another. He sighs deeply. "You're off the hook honey, it seems you weren't the only one pining for his affection." She stares at him with a puzzled look on her face. "What do you mean?" She spits back. "I like you honey, so I'll tell you this." He says as he chucks back a handful of peanuts. "That boy is a bit more then you can chew darlin'. I'd stay well clear." "Ohh i know he is." She says beaming. "That smile, those eyes..." "Honey that girl was pregnant & now she's dead." He cuts in." The last one seen with her was your boy. There was a las about a year ago who suffered the same fate." "Line it up honey, something is fishy & it has nothing to do with the mob!" She looks up at him, tears rolling down her face. "But I'm pregnant & it's his."
Because of this man who tricked her heart this flirtatious flapper started to hate all the man in the world, vengeance, frustration, disappointment is what she feels after the break up and never see him again. she she decided to trick all the boys heart and kill them. she will never stop until she find the man who breaks her heart to kill him.
The Detective Her eyes reminded me of the turquoise waters. So blue and so calm. She had long straight hair. But one thing which majorly caught my attention was a little scar on the back of her right shoulder and a a circular mark around her neck. Were those burn marks? Or where those a whip marks? Or did someone scratch her? It was impossible to make out the reason for the scar. I looked at her as she lay cold on the floor. Her eyes wide open. Still...Not moving. Her lips dry and faded. Her skin as pale as one could imagine. What had happened to her? How did she ended up like this? Was it something related to that scar I saw. I examined the scar intently and Realised She was strangled. Now I had the cause of death. It was suffocation. I moved on to investigate the crime site to find out the murder weapon . I found nothing but just her bag. A thought flicked through my mind. Was is really a murder as people are claiming it to be? Somehow my ever wandering mind drifted of the the call I received in the morning. "Hey Detective Barry We need you here. A young girl's body is lying around in the lounge of the Sapphire's Club. Vegas 32 street." "Sure I will be right there" I replied with not enthusiasticly. "Mr. Barry. Mr. Barry." My reverie broke as I heard my name. "Please Mr. Barry Can u continue?" "Ohh I am sorry" I realised I was holding her phone and I unlocked it. I went to the call logs and saw the ladt dialled number. It was Mr. Barry. A small evil smirk came onto my face as I saw that. I quickly deleted the last log and turned aroun to look at her. I indeed loved her long straight hair.
“This is your moment. You are divine and everyone loves you,” Shimmering Show girl reminds herself looking into the mirror. “Sweet cheeks you’re up,” whispers the Stunning Showman caressing the Showgirl’s neck. As being called on stage, everyone hollers to the roof tops. Walking up towards the stage beside her stands the Flirtatious Flapper and the Stunning ShowMan presenting her. Music starts and The Showman winks at the Flapper while taking off to the crowd. Hearing the music Showgirl starts to dance suddenly catching the audiences attention.The Showgirl is the main act; everyone in Vegas comes into the lounge just to watch her perform. Knowing this the Showman formulates a plan to end the mobster who took everything he known to love. As the Shimmering Showgirl notices all eyes are on her she looks out for Showman and Flapper. Eyes wonder out to the VIP section and there she sees The Flirtatious Flapper doing what she does best; flirting. The Showgirl watches the Flapper laying across a mobsters lap lighting his cigar, kissing on his neck. As the Shimmering Showgirl locks eyes with the man, she notices something familiar. He winks at her as the Flapper kisses down his neck and there she recognizes his soft eyes and charming smile, The Amiable Mobster. Looking up she sees The Stunning Showman creeping behind The Mobster. “Stop,” hollered the Showgirl.” The crowd grew silent and there was worries in her eyes, she couldn’t sit and watch what’s happening next.
Last performance, but where was the Shimmering Girl? Bad news flooded the room, they had found her dead. Nobody knows how it happened, but they know who were the last to be with her. Her ex, Stunning Showman and his two hanchmen, Sole Survivor and the Last One Standing, had established a conversation about a large amount of money. Her friend,Ghost Hunter, who was refused to record the performance, believed that she could have been killed by a ghost who was jealous of her rise in the world of acting. The Dazzling Dancer, who had been rejected for the last performance, toasted with her wishing her luck for her big night.They all point to possible suspects, but they still needed to analyze evidence. Who could it have been?